Yummy! Sex and Sugar! [Wanting: DANCERS]

You should join this sex-tastic yaoi RP!

I think I will. <3	60.5%	[ 52 ]
Ewies, yaoi. D;	9.3%	[ 8 ]
Maybe I will. . . . . maybe I wont'. . . >>;	30.2%	[ 26 ]
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This feeling of hunger, of want, Hiro could feel it building within him. Such a familiar feeling growing inside him, like no dessert or spice in the world could compare to the taste he was craving. So upon seeing Hideki look at him with such a hungry expression, as the other male spoke against Mat's neck, urging the bespectacled blond to let them help with his pants problem, Hiro had to stop himself from just reaching into the dark-haired host's pants and really give him something to look at. He gave the man an amused smile as he felt a hand rest on his cheek, lust thrumming through his blood downwards as the left hand made its way to his thigh. Hideki's finger drew Hiro's attention to Mat's pretty red lips, swollen from all the kissing he had gone through in the past couple minutes. He watched the finger trace a path from Mat's chin, to his abdomen, stopping just at the waistband; Hiro also had his eyes on that teasing tongue of his. The strain in his pants throbbed painfully at the sight of those lips and tongue once more. Memories of their time in the kitchen were brought forward. The feel of dark strands of hair on his fingertips, while Hiro had kissed him. The bone of his hips under his hands, against his own hard-on, when Hiro pulled him closer. That tongue of Hideki's made Hiro want another taste, to feel more than just the pressure of those cherry red lips against his own. That taunting tongue licked those same lips that Hiro desperately wanted. It wasn't a matter of claiming those lips as only his, but to move on from the need and want that hadn't been properly satisfied. These feelings probably wouldn't have been so strong if Mat hadn't accidentally walked in on them and made the two cut their activities short. As much as Hiro hated to admit it, it was partially Mat's fault that Hiro felt so...aroused when he normally wouldn't be. Even if part of the blame was on Hiro's lack of self-control near the wine-eyed host. The hand resting on Mat's thigh moved slightly, squeezing gently as Hiro waited for the proverbial ax to drop, for Mat to respond to their combined come-ons.

When Mat finally responded, with a quiet "Please", Hiro couldn't help but smile even more, There were good intentions to his and Hideki's suggesting to help Mat with his pants problem, despite the fact that their solution involved sex. Hiro didn't want Mat to get in trouble with their manager (though he was sure that Ryo wouldn't mind, and would probably try to "help" Mat too), or be the cause to his embarrassment and let him walk back into the bakery with an obvious erection. Not only that, but it certainly wouldn't look good to for the three of them to just stroll out of the bathroom: himself and Hideki wearing pleased expressions, and Mat with a bashful blush and a tent in his pants. It would've looked too suspicious. After another moment deep in his thoughts, Hiro figured that his prolonged absence was probably already skeptical and suspicious to Keikin, should the Spaniard notice just how long Hiro had been gone for. Hiro was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts, figuratively and literally, when Mat leaned forward and kissed the surprised chef rather enthusiastically hard. Well, he certainly hadn't expected such a forward action from the blond host, seeing how nervously Mat had reacted when they had tumbled to the ground minutes ago. It was a startling-nice change to see from the bespectacled man, really. Green eyes closed as Hiro returned the kiss with equal force and enthusiasm. The chef moaned softly into the kiss at the fingers weaving into his hair. Though it didn't stimulate him quite as intensely as seeing a nice-looking mouth at work, it had been awhile since he'd been with someone who actually pulled his hair in a situation like this and the blond had forgotten how good it felt. Hiro did take pride at how silken and well-kept his hair was, as well as the fact that he looked pretty damn attractive with long hair. However, he didn't let that pride get in the way of liking the feeling of having someone's fingers in his hair, especially if that someone was participating willingly and enthusiastically. It reminded him, rather sadly, of Florence and how he would just thread his fingers into the chef's hair and tug, to plant love bites on his throat, his collarbone, and even lower...but Florence did like playing with Hiro's hair when they weren't having a lesson or having sex. Hiro brought himself back to reality; now wasn't the time to be reminiscent. Perhaps later, when his flatmate Ranka bugged him about how his day went. For now, there was a problem in someone's pants to be taken care of. Fingertips from the hand that had been resting on Mat's thigh came up to brush against the blond host's cheek, sliding down to rest just above Mat's groin. At Mat's enticing moan, Hiro sucked on the bottom of those red lips sensually, pulling the man closer to him with the intention to deepen their kiss.

However, their kiss couldn't last too long, since there was Hideki's presence (and time) to consider. Again. Hiro gave Mat a small peck on the lips once more before his and hair and him were released from the other blond. A sweet smile graced his features, his eyes expressing his own pleasant feelings. Well, that had been exciting, to say the least. Hiro surveyed Mat's body language as he slowly regained his breath. He didn't think Mat had it in him to make the first move, but he was impressed. From the way Mat acted from the get go, in Hiro's eyes, he seemed very bashful and timid. After eying the young man's form, how nervous and unsure he looked of himself in their current situation, Hiro couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. So cute, really it was. Mat was still himself after all that, so he could only guess that Mat had acted on his instincts fueled by the lustful feelings in the air. Not that Hiro minded the forwardness of the kiss, though it could have been a tad bit longer. However, there was no room for complaints. Hiro took what he got and liked it, since moments like this with Mat would probably be scarce, depending on what happened while the three of them were in the bathroom. As Hiro opened his mouth to tell Mat that he was doing perfectly fine, and that he had nothing else to worry about, the words died in his throat as Mat pulled in Hideki for a kiss. He supposed that he should of seen it coming, since it would only be fair to include Hideki in all of this. Hiro couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at how enthusiastic Mat was as he kissed Hideki. Had they really riled him up this much? A kiss here, a touch there, and kind words were the usual deal with Hiro when he wanted something from others, depending on the person. The Frenchman politely allowed the two men in front of him to make-out and not add himself in, for the moment, in favor of watching them a little longer. Hiro couldn't help but feel curious as to why Mat was trembling as he kissed the lollipop-licking host. Was he still nervous, after going in for another kiss from his fellow host? Hiro thought Mat did a splendid job of kissing him, and hadn't done anything yet to make him (or Hiddeki) stop what they were doing to the other male. Hiro leaned towards the blond host, not taking his hand away from Mat's thigh or the joint connecting Hideki's thigh to his pelvis, and pressed his lips against the shell of his ear to whisper encouraging and gentle words to make him feel less nervous. His Japanese and French blended together as he gently tried to placate the young man. "You are doeeng fine, mon ami...do not be so nervous, s'il vous plaît," Hiro murmured as he kissed a spot under the ear, squeezing his thigh lightly, for emphasis. "'ideki ahnd I weell take good care of you. Promettre." Soft lips moved from under Mat's ear to plant a trail of kisses to his neck, where Hiro could feel Mat's jumping pulse from the jugular vein against his tongue as he licked and nipped at that particular spot tenderly. He smiled slightly against the warm skin if his throat as he lightly massaged Hideki's thigh. If Mat's skin felt nice under his tongue and lips, then Hiro couldn't wait to feel other parts of Mat with his hands. It was time to get down to business.


[Continuation in *Proboards*

*Time skip*]


Minutes, that had felt like hours, later, Hiro fell back on his haunches, feeling pleasantly lethargic but energized. He panted softly from the rush he had gotten from helping the blond host, with a half-lidded expression of content on his face. Well, hadn't that been fun? Hiro was still half-hard, despite what went down Raising the hand that had been on Mat, Slowly, Hiro licked the rest of the liquid off his fingers one by one. As a chef, he was obligated to savor and taste what he deemed 'appetizing', as well as clean up the mess he and Hideki had made. Besides, it would certainly be a waste not to savor the spoils, after everything Hiro had done to make Mat feel even a tiny bit better. Not that Hiro had really expected any of what had happened in the bathroom to actually...happen. It had been pure luck that Hiro got himself in such an interesting situation in the first place. As he finished licking off the rest of the sticky substance from his hands, Hiro stood from his place on the ground. His legs felt wobbly, and he couldn't blame them after what had just happened between the three of them. So much excitement for one day, and the day wasn't even over yet. The blond chef gave Mat and Hideki a smile before walking over to the sink to properly clean his hands off.

As a chef, Hiro wasn't one to waste anything (and that means anything), but he certainly couldn't cook with hands that had been down someone's pants. He could handle being "pleasant" with the other employees at work, but not when messes weren't cleaned up afterwards. Making sure his hands were soaped, washed and dried thoroughly, Hiro ran a now-clean hand through his light blond locks. He was sure that he was still a bit hard from the activities he and Hideki had done upon Mat, and felt the high from teaming up with Hideki to help Mat find some release slowly ebb away, until he felt his usual pleasant self take the place of his hormone-driven mind. Luckily for Hiro, he could just hide any "suspicious" evidence from his cooks behind his apron until it took care of itself and, hopefully, go away. Hiro gave another smile at Hideki and Mat, before glimpsing himself in the bathroom mirror and chuckling at what he saw. His face was still slightly pinkish from exertion, from all the sounds he had made under Hideki's ministrations, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing and sucking he had been doing in the past few minutes. Hiro certainly looked like he had a very good time, since he was still smiling at his reflection, and Keikin would probably question Hiro's appearance when he finally got back to the kitchen. Speaking of which...Hiro turned to the two hosts and cleared his throat lightly. "Euh...not to sound dense, but what shall we tell somebody eef ze noticed our long disappearance? My cook Keikin, or anybody who went into ze kitchen while I was gone, may ask me what took me so long...," Hiro said with a curious look, seriousness in his tone of voice.



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[-Naosuke Ibuka-]

Hey! You're a crazy Ƀɨȶȼɦ

But you ℱʊȼҝ so good I'm on top of it~


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Normally, Hideki wasn't one for voyeurism. As far back into his sexual history as he can remember, he never liked the idea of being watched by someone while doing those kind of things or watching someone do them. To him, sex and all the things that go along with it were supposed to be private and shared between two people. He had wanted to try a threesome, though, but had never found people he felt trustworthy enough to do such a private act with. Even with his dislike for voyeurism, there was no way he could say that watching Mat kiss Hiro wasn't hot. In fact, he found it much hotter than he ever thought he could. Deep down, he wanted to watch them kiss even more; actually, no. He wanted to watch them do so much more than kiss. He knew that later, thinking those thoughts would make him feel dirty but for now, he was too caught up in the moment to care about being perceived as a pervert.

A tiny wave of disappointment washed over him as he watched Mat pull away from his kiss with Hiro. The feeling was quickly replaced when the other host's lips crashed down onto his with a heated passion that he was more than happy to return. His lips parted a little and using his tongue, he traced the contours of the soft, luscious pads. The blonde host pulled away, leaving Hideki leaning forward with the tip of his tongue exposed. He slowly opened his eyes half way, staring at the other two men with half-lidded bedroom eyes. His gaze focused on Hiro as he watched the chef lean over, bringing his lips to the other's ear and whispering soft words that were much more sensuous then they should have been. He followed the Frenchmen's lead, moving in to lick and nibble on the shell of the unattended ear. "No need to be nervous. Hiro and me are gonna take real good care of ya~"

The hand that was oh so close to the part of his body that begged to be touched continued to remain dangerously close, still kneading the skin of his inner thigh. Every time the nimble digits squeezed his muscle, the heat pooling in his groin seemed to triple in intensity and cause a painful throb of his member. Hideki was really starting to wonder how much longer he would have to wait until the two of them could sneak out back because there was just no way he could simply go back to work at this point. Either Hiro was going to help him solve the problem or he'd lock himself in a bathroom stall and solve it himself. If he had any say in it, though, he would much prefer the attention from the blonde chef. Thinking about that made him wonder if Hiro was excited as he was. Using the hand on his thigh, he raised the tip of his fingers, brushing them against the groin of his pants. Sure enough, he could feel what was the start of an erection. Looks like he'll have to talk to the Frenchmen once they were done with Mat.

Again with his free hand, he trailed his fingers down the host's body, this time not stopping at the waistband of his pants. Instead, the limb slipped past the open belt and into his boxers, joining the hand that was already in the garment. "Don'tcha worry. We'll make you feel real good, Mat~"

[*Time Skip*]

As if his own hard-on wasn't enough, feeling the thick, white liquid dripping between his fingers made him long for his own release. He really hoped that there was a chance that he and Hiro could sneak off behind the shop once Mat got back to work. He leaned back on his shins and he pulled his hand away, admiring the panting host while slowly licking the release off of each of the digits. The more of it he tasted, the more he realized that he missed the taste of the salty liquid. Then he began to wonder what Hiro's would taste like, since each man's seed was as unique as a fingerprint. His eyes drifted over to the other blonde, who had stood up and walked over to the sink.

As the chef turned, wine colored optics noticed a small, white splotch in the corner of his mouth, meaning he hadn't gotten all of the host's release wiped away. A small smirk played upon his lips as he motioned with his index finger for him to come closer. Once the taller man had, he wagged his finger again, asking him to bend down so Hideki wouldn't have to stand from his position on the floor. When his body came to a stop, he leaned up onto his knees and using the tip of his tongue, he licked the salty fluid from it's place from the crease of his mouth. He leaned a little closer, letting his lips brush against the others as he whispered, "You missed a spot~"



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When I Ðяəαϻ I'm doing you all night...
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§ϲяαȶϲнəѕ all down my back to keep me right on~

[bibi-chan06]

Keikin
has stumbled in

Te gustaria jugar...

Keikin was still a little shaken from the Ryo incident. He could slightly understand why Ryo was so forceful, but Keikin wasn't like that! Sure he would addmit to himself that he finds certain men attractive, but that was it... right? He sat in a cornor if the kitchen while he fiddled with his fingures, they were shaking a little. ' crap, no me ha calmado/ I haven't calmed down yet... It's just that whole 'almost rape' thing es difisil/ is kinda hard to get over...conio..(tis a swear).' Keikin tought to himself as he attempted to calm his nerves. It wasn't working. Being the positive person he is, keikin tried to look at the bright side, ' Well... I did get to meet Treppe, he was very nice for saving me, I hope he's in a better situation than I was in.'

Just sitting there in the kitchen wasn't gong to do him any good. He scanned his surrounding looking for anything to do. He saw the book he had been looking at, but that didn't spark his interest anymore. He sighed as he got up and walked toward his coat. He fished through his pockets and found his iPod. "save me from my thoughts, o wise iPod." He had to laugh at himself, only he would talk to inanimate objects. He pluged him self up and hit play, Animal I have become by Three Days Grace was playing, how ironic. His iPod always had a way of playing the perfect music for almost any situation. He walked back to his side of the kitchen and leaned against the edge, arms crossed.

As he looked around he noticed Hiro was no where to be found. "ey... I just noticed, donde esta/ where is Hiro? Ai have not seen hm in a wile... he did sei that he was going to the bathroom, I hope he is not sic." pushing that thought to the back of his mind, he decided to just go outside for a while. He didn't want to bother anyoe so he found a sticky note and pen an wrote a note, which read," I went outside for a second, just want to wacth the snow fall, ipod is on, so I won't hear you". It was on the cuboard above his station.

Removing his apron, putting it away and grabing his scarf off the hook and lowering his sleeves, he opened the back door, left it ajar, and stood in the snow.He stood there as the little fluffs of snow cascaded down all around him. This is what he liked about snow, everything aways seemed to quiet down when it snowed. Despite the fans and paparazzi infront of the store. He sighed, this calmed him down. He enjoyed the feeling of snowflakes falling upon his cheek, the crsip cold wind that somehow crawled up his into his sweater. This was nice.

He looked around, none of the crazies noticed that he was back here, a stroke of good luck?"It's only me so..." He began to dance, enjoying the cold and silence.

(occ) what happen to kuri?

...con este hombron?

[Lady Pelvic]

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I'm.feeling.yummy.head.to.toe.

D0n't have much patience s0 lets g0!

...:Man, there is so much heat beneth these clothes:...

WELL. Where was Ryo after getting denied from both his past partner Treppe and his A plus b*****b giver. In his office fapping of course! His patience grew thin from searching for someone to give him head, so fapping would be an easy subsitute. Of course, it didn't feel as good as Mana sucking him dry but least it would calm him down for fifteen minutes or so. How long as it been? Three hours? Three, long, angonizing hours. Ryo failed to get the man evaluations done as he thought he would. Oh what shitty luck Ryo had at the moment. Well, he continued to fap and feel sorry for himself, swearing that he would indeed pay Dae back, for kicking him in the balls, AND making his d**k malfuction. This generally wouldn't be a punishement is everyone would just get on their knees and blow him. But nooooo~ Treppe had to get all soft and mushy, and blah blah blah I'm done with you, we're over, and be that b***h baby he always was. Then Mana, someone Ryo really thought he could go to, and get a quick lay. But noooo, b***h baby had to nab all the attention, taking Mana away to get him a drink. Well ******** both of them at this point.

The more he thought about Mana and Treppe the rapid his fapping became. Oh it wasn't thoughts of oh Mana and Treppe being friends. . . no, it was Mana getting into Treppe's pants and Treppe actually letting him. Oh, Treppe new damn well of Ryo's jealousy issues. Sure, Mana was a great guy, one of the best blow job givers, but there was just one thing he had to understand. Treppe was RYO'S man. Maybe not boyfriend and boyfriend, but sex partners. Treppe was one of his special sex partners that only Ryo could have sex with. And maybe Dae if they were talking threesome. But that was besides the point! What if Mana was giving Treppe a blow job right now? A b*****b that rightfully belonged to Ryo?! Or worse, what if Treppe and Mana were going all the way. Right now. In HIS business. Oh hell no! Once his fake climax was reached, he zipped up his pants, cleaned his desk off of his fluid remains, and slammed open hsi door.

" Where is Treppe and Mana?! ", he yelled, as be began his search for his favorite bartender, and his sex partner.

[[ Short, but it's something, okay?! OKAY. D:< ]]

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❝Stop t a l k i n g and b l o w me. ❞
Harder♥Better♥Faster♥Stronger♥
Your horny manager. - R.y.0

[salsaplant]

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The side affects are sexual, are you down for a taste?

Mana chuckled softly as he lined another row of drinks that he knew Treppe would only down in a matter of seconds. Of course it was a bit of a surprise to see the large change of facial expression in a matter of seconds as well, though he could certainly admit that Treppe had a pretty smile. Not the kind that looked all innocent and overly happy, but one that while trying to maintain the appearance of happiness was merely a shield to how he really felt. Regardless, it was pretty-- He'd like to see Treppe smile more, and maybe with several more drinks in him, the real smile would come out. So who was he to deny that he wanted to get more alcohol into his superior's system?

Mana smiled graciously as he was offered one of the shots, knowing that the next however many minutes were going to be filled with them taking shots and talking about men problems. That seemed like the sort of thing dejected women liked to do, but Mana was content with it, just as long as he got to look at Treppe's gorgeous face while he talked. He swallowed the contents of the glass in one gulp, setting it down with a small -clink- in preparation to do a second round. He filled up the couple of shot glasses infront of Treppe and the one of himself, arms folded on the bar as his stomach leaned against the smooth surface.

"Oh, and I'm going to be so lonely when you and the other two are going to leave me to be alone in your office," Mana smirked at the offer the dark-haired male gave him, drinking his shot again before refilling it, "And I'll get you as hammered as you want, though let's not mix alcohols too too much, alright? I'll give you a hangover, not the pukes." He ran the tip of his finger along the circular rim of the glass, cocking his head to the side as he looked at Treppe, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth to give just a hint of its presence.

"So what's the story, cutie? Tell me what happened..." The redhead had refilled Treppe's shot glasses the moment they were empty, fulfilling his agreement to get the man wasted, hand always at the ready to pour more alcohol into the glasses whenever their contents were drained. He licked the bottom of his lip slightly, able to taste the few shots he had taken as well. Of course being in a public setting, there time alone wasn't going to be as long as Treppe might have wanted, as the sound of their names rang through the air from the other end of the Y!SS establishment. "And better hurry up before he comes over here, though I can get him wasted too, if you want... Who knows, maybe you can give him a little payback if you're still that upset with him," Mana winked at Treppe, pouring more shots for the man who the bartender figured by the time he would finish his explanation, would be slurring his words at least a little bit. Though he knew Treppe didn't seem to want Ryo around, he couldn't help but enjoy the chance of getting both of his superiors buzzed, or at least one of them naked on his bar for body shots. But we'll see how things play out as he shifted his stance behind the bar slightly, ready to listen to Treppe whenever he decided to speak.

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[Rezlin Kaiser]

Țяϵρρϵ Άɾυȷɨ
"You should listen to me..."
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HAMMERED. That's what Treppe was as soon as he even swallowed the liquor that lined up one by one. In fact, the drinking sort of turned into a game of Pac-man. He felt he had to drink all the glasses up as fast as he can before Ryo the 'Blue Ghost' came and 'swallowed' him up. He gulped down more of the liquor as soon as they were refilled, a giant grin on his face once his plan to make Ryo jealous already came into fruition. Treppe could imagine what happened, and most likely from him knowing the bluehead so well, it was a positively true assumption to make: Ryo was either having sex with someone, pleasing himself in his office, his thoughts filling with jealousy concerning Mana and the Dark-Haired advisor, no longer feeling any satisfaction in what he was doing whatsoever. No doubt he had reason to.

Treppe had his ways. . . A side effect of being easily jealous is being able to make others jealous, after all. And since he already 'gave up' on Ryo, nothing the bluenette could do could stop him. Now it seems Treppe was finally progressing in his little goals. He laughed lightly, enjoying the situation now, the liquor doing little to nothing regarding distorting his scheming. So, he put his little plan into action. He climbed on the bar counter, a smile still planted on his face, and he pulled the redhead onto the surface rather forcefully, pressing their lips together. Treppe didn't care if the customers saw, or the rest of the staff. They got themselves a little show to make up for the dancers not being up on the stage, let alone making it to the shop yet. The tall Advisor ripped his dress shirt apart, the buttons flying onto the main room's floor, and landing on his little personal bartender's body. His hands entangled in the beautiful, almost crimson red mass of hair, and his lips got busy wrapping around the redhead male's bottom lip. His tongue invaded the mouth that once engulfed Ryo's member earlier, some of the bluenette's juices' flavor still lingering along with the taste of the liquor that Mana recently drank himself. If Treppe could categorize how sweet Mana's tongue and lips were from a scale of ten. It was 11. Above Ryo's score. Treppe had either hit the jackpot, or lust was playing with his sense of taste. He didn't care which was the case, because he was going to have one hell of a time with this male.

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"Why get the milk for free when you can pay me for it?"
Jealous One Still Envious

[salsaplant]

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The side affects are sexual, are you down for a taste?

When Mana had suggested a little payback, he hadn't expected in the form of his body being forcefully manipulated by Treppe, nor had he expected said payback so soon. Maybe just a little flirting infront of Ryo when he found the two of them, or taking body shots off of each other, or getting the bluenette drunk and playing with him a bit. Something along those lines, yes. But instead he found himself pinned down atop the bar, looking up into the perfect-- albeit drunk-- smile that Treppe wore, hands weaving into the red locks of his hair while their mouths met in such force that Mana would have thought they might bruise. Ah, but that alcohol-sweetened tongue infiltrated the wet cavern of his mouth, aiming to conquer the redhead's plush pink lips in the name of Treppe. The alcohol was like a sweetener to the already delectable taste of the dark haired male, the bartender unable to resist in taking a small sample of the man's tongue and mouth. And by small sample, I mean kissing him back with as much passion and ferver as he was receiving.

The skin that had been freed from the confines of the dress shirt felt as smooth and milky as the beverage Treppe had a large fondness for, leaving Mana to believe that the large amount of milk his superior drank had something to do with the creamy feel of skin as he let his fingers snake underneath the torn shirt and massage the male's waist and stomach with the pads of his fingers. This man was simply gorgeous, simply delectable, simply the kind of guy Mana would just assume the position for if it was so much as hinted to him. Damn Ryo for gathering up so many beautiful men under one roof... He'd have to thank him later though. Several times, perhaps. Cough.

"Treppe..." Mana breathed the male's name when their mouths parted, lightly gasping for air as the older male certainly had some kissing stamina, practically sucking the life out of the red head with those kissable lips of his-- Not that Mana was complaining, of course. "If you really want to do this... I don't think ontop of the bar is the best place..." He gave a small look around their surroundings, the shot glasses tipped over and knocked aside from their bodies and Mana's foot was in danger of knocking the bottle of tequilla over. Somehow messing around on top of a bar in a newly opened establishment didn't seem right-- at least not from a normal standpoint, half the time Mana couldn't care less where he and his latest boy toy were when they got all hot and bothered. There had to be some sort of health issues though, since much like the chef's in the back had their stations that were to be kept clean at all times, the bar top was Mana's work station, and as much as public voyeurism might have been a turn on, something about sweat and semen slick a top the smooth surface didn't seem clean in the least bit.

Not to mention the fact that there were people around. Namely Ryo, though Mana was even more paranoid that Dae would find them and make the redhead into a rug like those bear ones laid out infront of fireplaces. What would the bluenette do when he came over and saw his two employees (both of whom he had been intimate with only hours earlier) were in a compromising position, on top of his bar no less? Probably join in. Though Treppe's mind was drowned in shots currently, Mana tried to be the voice of reason for once and attempt to reel the male back in. He wasn't ruling out messing around completely, just to rethink the idea of right on top of the bar is all.

Of course it should be pointed out that even during his suggestion, Mana still had a hold on Treppe's waist, kneeding the flesh lightly in his touch-- He couldn't help it, it was just too irresistable not to touch.

❊ Pick your
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[Lady Pelvic]

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I'm.feeling.yummy.head.to.toe.

D0n't have much patience s0 lets g0!

...:Man, there is so much heat beneth these clothes:...

Ryo heard a several numbers of glass break near the bar area. The bar. . . . . . . and Mana's the bar tender. Only dirty sexual thoughts ran through Ryo's mind now. He could imagine Mana swiping off the counter of shot glasses and bottles of booze, fiercly yanking the b***h baby over the counter for some rough, drunk behind the bar sex. Probably throwing him against his shelf of priceless bottles, giving one another body shots, yada yada yada. All these thoughts of Mana and Treppe sex was getting Ryo. . . . . . aroused(if he wasn't already) and bothered, . . . and not the good kind of bothered either. Not that Ryo was jealous or anything, but Treppe was indeed his partner before. And it would be rude for Mana to well. . . sleep with Treppe. Now Ryo was just making up excuses. He did it all the time to Dae and Treppe, he just didn't like the taste of his own medicine. Tasted heartless, and bitter, not something Ryo was to found of. Ryo, with his massive erection still going strong, ran to the bar only to see the start of teh drunken sex. Well what the ********? One, there was ******** customers around! They should have some freaking decency(Look whose talking)! Two, all those shot glasses that fell, destroying company property(Not like he wrecked Dae's room or anything) just cause Ryo was rich didn't mean he spent money willy nilly! Three, about Mana's fat paycheek this week? He'll be lucky to even get a dime from Ryo.

Ryo was certainly filled with two very powerful emotions right now. Number one, being extreme jealously. Not because he wasn't in this drunken mess, but because Treppe was in this drunken mess. And with Mana no less. Mana was a great guy and all but. . . rule, Treppe was Ryo's and Ryo's alone. Mana could have any other employee at Y!SS just not Dae and Treppe. Two men, out of the serveral hot men who worked here. Was it to much to ask? Besides, Treppe didn't need anyone else for sexual pleasure. Treppe damn well knew that Ryo would give him all the sexual pleasure he wanted, and them some. Spoil him with dinner, movie, picnic, whatever other garbage Treppe was into, Ryo would do that for him. Ryo just wouldn't date him. But I mean, wasn't what was mentioned abover good enough? It was almost like dating. . . just, Ryo got to sleep with other men. That was the only tiny problem. Which, really, shouldn't be a problem. The second powerful emotion was anger, which generally fuels the jealousy. In this case, it did. Hell yeah he was pissed that he was sucking face with another man. In HIS business. It was equvilant to having them have sex in Ryo's personal bedroom. Unacceptable. Well, as much as Ryo wanted to deck someone in the face right now, it would probably dim his chances of getting head in the future. He wouldn't lay a hand on Treppe anyways. Damn Treppe for having cast such a spell on Ryo.

Anywho instead of standing there watching them kiss, touch,and absorb the whole scene going down calmly, very VERY calmly, almost to calm to really think Ryo was actually calm, approached the two. He could feel the glass cracking beneth his feet, nearing the two horn dogs. He eyed the floor, which was a mess, glass, broken bottles, and spilt alcohol everywhere. Ryo leaned over picking up a bottle which was still in tact, only had a few cracks in it, and casually looked at it. " Mm....This was a good bottle of Bacardi. ", and with that said, Ryo raised it like a baseball bat, and smashed it against the back of Treppe's head. NOTE, Ryo did NOT lay a hand on Treppe. It was the bottle, it was the BOTTLE that touched Treppe. The bottle shattered into bits and pieces, covering the counter and adding to the floor. The manager was taking his b***h baby back. Ryo seriously had high hopes that Treppe would pass out, and Ryo would probably have sex with Treppe unconcious body. For anyone that was wondering, having sex with an unconcious body isn't that bad. Especially when you had a boner for four hours and was itching to release in someones tight a**. If he didn't faint well. . . . . . . . . bar fight anyone?

XX[XX[XXXI'll give you a raise if you give me head. (Fair?) XXX]XX]XX

❝Stop t a l k i n g and b l o w me. ❞
Harder♥Better♥Faster♥Stronger♥
Your horny manager. - R.y.0

[Rezlin Kaiser]

Țяϵρρϵ Άɾυȷɨ
"You should listen to me..."
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Treppe enjoyed the entire situation, the overflow his senses gave off at the rush of this public display of 'affection.' One thing had brought him back to his senses: Between the damage to the property of the shop that he realized they were making, and Mana's suggestion . . . Listening to Mana's voice of reason, he actually sobered up a slight bit. I mean, he was the Advisor of the business, after all. He should be the one guiding people to make the right decisions. He actually brought his personal life to his job, and that was a foolish thing to do. But it was Ryo's fault, wasn't it? He filled Treppe up with all of these different emotions. . . Like love, envy, hate, sorrow, regret, lust, a bit of despair thrown in like a cocktail shaker filled with ingredients from Pandora's Box. All he could ask to himself was. . . Where was the hope at the bottom of the box? Sure, he wanted Mana, yes. And he did want to make Ryo feel the same way he always felt all of those hundreds of times. . . But wouldn't it be better to do so on their own personal time?

With that in mind, he began to climb of the bar counter, apologizing to Mana with a whisper into his ear "You're right, my bad. . . I messed up. Sorry, we can do this later, in my office like we discussed. But. . . If Ryo gives you a pay cut, I'll pay you, 'kay?" Then, he heard footsteps on the glass, littered about the bar area. If it was Dae, he wouldn't hear the end of it. But if it was Ryo. . . He could think of everything Ryo could and would do, bit by bit. . . But it was too calm. More calm than would give Treppe comfort. It was almost like those suspenseful thriller movies that were leading up to a climax in a scene: And not the good kind of climax either. Just to be cautious, he shielded Mana's head as Ryo said something about. . . Bacardi. 'What the ********, Ryo? Bacardi?' -- That was what was on Treppe's mind. As long as Ryo didn't touch Treppe though, everything would be fine.
That's when his head felt a painful crash on his head, glass shattering over his head with a mix of liquor and a bit of blood trickling down his face. He couldn't say he deserved it, seeing as he never. Ever. Hit Ryo once he found out most of his little flings. And once Ryo touched him for doing the same, no, a whole lot LESS(at the moment) than what Ryo did, he was pissed off.

Ryo always took him for a b***h, and that's probably why he screwed around so much. Treppe wasn't the type to hurt people. In fact, the term 'gentle giant' applied to him entirely. But Ryo always found a way to rub him wrong. Either Ryo had some sort of special ability to find out everything that turned Treppe off and pull it off WONDERFULLY, or he really wasn't the right guy for Treppe. It didn't matter at all, however. Because now, a semi-drunken rage started up in Treppe. He climbed off the counter slowly, and stared straight at Ryo with unyielding eyes. Then he changed it to a laugh, and a great big smile, mimicking the one he usually gave Ryo after he cheated on him, like nothing was wrong. He opened his arms, and told Ryo. . . "Ryo, baby. . . I can't stay mad at you. I can't be without you at all. . . Come here and kiss me. Then, we'll go to my office again and have a little fun~!"

Just like planned, Ryo was dense and self-absorbed enough to take the bait, and as soon as Ryo came close, Treppe swung as hard as he could, and decked him in the face. It. Was. On. And God knows Ryo was asking for it for so long, Dae being the only person giving it to him.

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"Why get the milk for free when you can pay me for it?"
Jealous One Still Envious

[Lady Pelvic]

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╚ SUCKMYSWEETCANDY ╝
______________.:♥♥♥SeXXX aND SuGaR iS THe FLaVoR

I'm.feeling.yummy.head.to.toe.

D0n't have much patience s0 lets g0!

...:Man, there is so much heat beneth these clothes:...

Well. So much for ' I'm done with you! We're over. Blah blah blah ' Treppe was already begging him back. Ryo knew that Treppe would come crawling back to him, but not so soon. And not in the heat of Ryo's anger. Maybe that was it. Ryo was so pissed off at Treppe for smooching that redhead, that Treppe snapped back to his senses, realizing how wrong that kiss felt, and his lips, his tongue, his body only yearned for Ryo's and body elses. Of course that's what it was. That bottle of Bacardi really did knock some sense into the b***h baby. About time someone did. Though, Ryo did feet alittle bad, seeing a waterfall of blood trickle over his head. Maybe, the violence wasn't neccessary, but Ryo was just soo pissed. Pissed that Treppe would go out JUST to hurt him. At least when Ryo went after other guys, his goal wasn't to Treppe jealous. Just to get laid. OR, if Treppe would of sexed him up when Ryo asked in the first place, Ryo wouldn't have to hunt down his other bitches and whores to get some action. But anyways, all would be forgiven once Treppe and Ryo went to his office and had alittle make up sex. That sounded good. Make up sex? And from Treppe of all people? Hell yeah. Of course, Ryo was easy to forgive once sex was involved, so he came close to Treppe, ready to taste those sexy lips of his. AND YA KNOW, he expected to kiss Treppe's lips. . . . . . . not his fist.

Luckly, Ryo turned his head a bit, so the drunken Treppe didnt' get a full, powerful blow, but it still hurt nonetheless. Ryo winced, cupping his cheek. Maybe. . . . he did deserve that. After all he made the first blow, and he is the manager. You'd think the manager would have a bit more composure, and keep his personal life out of his bisness life. But how could he do that when he worked at a gay bakery? Two of his sexy Ex-boyfriends working for him? It was difficult. Then seeing one of his Ex's, whom he still cared about exchange siliva with another man. That man being one he just had sexual relations with a few hours ago. It was all so fustrating. Well, Ryo accepted what he did was wrong, but he wasn't going to let that punch go, so instead of hitting him square in the face, and violently placed his hands on Treppe's shoulders, wrestling him to the ground, pinning him against the shattered glass. His hands pinning Treppe's over his head, and his legs on each side of Treppe's tall, slender, and completely desirable body. . . which was now tainted with Mana's touch. Well, Ryo would just have to fix that problem, and return the favor that Treppe said earlier. Ryo was gonna ******** Treppe so hard, so his body will only know of Ryo's touch. Any other pleasure given to him by another would be nothing compared to Ryo's love.

" Listen you b***h baby, you're ******** mine and nobody elses. Every part of your ******** body is mine, so don't ******** get drunk and suck face with another in front of me. " And with that said, Ryo violently attacked the others neck, like a hungry wolf who has finally found the perfect piece of meat to feast upon. His teeth clamping Treppe's sweet flesh, sucking, leaving a monsterious purple bruise. That was going to serve as a reminder not just to Treppe, but to any other wolves who thought they could scope the leaders food.

XX[XX[XXXI'll give you a raise if you give me head. (Fair?) XXX]XX]XX

❝Stop t a l k i n g and b l o w me. ❞
Harder♥Better♥Faster♥Stronger♥
Your horny manager. - R.y.0

[Roro-tan]

{{MO'S HERE !}}

Mo happily ate his tart while little did he know Hideki was up to no good in the bathroom. For the little time he had been by himself, he felt slightly lonely. He had really enjoyed Hideki's company. He sat there with a sheepish smile set on his lips, picking at what little was left of his tart. His eyes lurked over the the lollipop the black-haired man had left him. Now, Mo wasn't much of a candy person, he liked pastries, but it was from Hideki, and Mo couldn't say no. He picked it up and unwrapped it, sticking it into his mouth.

The flavor burst in his mouth, instantly making his mouth water. The flavor was delightful to Mo, but he couldn't quite name what it was. Then, it hit him. "HET'S HAPPLE," Mo said loudly. Spit went flying, seeing as how he had said it with the sucker in his mouth. He fumbled for a napkin, then cleaned up the green tinted saliva when he found one. 'I wanna talk to somebody~ He thought to himself. He hatched a little plan to make this possible.

He sighed lightly, then threw his back so that his head would dangle off the edge of the chair. He opened his mouth and began to sing, "LONELY~ I'M SO LONELY~ I HAVE NOBODY, TO CALL MY OOOOOWN~♫" quite loudly and not to mention out of tune. He continued singing his little tune for a little while. He was determined to get somebody to notice him.

((ooc; MO HAS RETURNEDDDD. Yay~))

❝I'm as straight as a rainbow!❞

[Rezlin Kaiser]

Țяϵρρϵ Άɾυȷɨ
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What the hell happened?! First Treppe was going to kick Ryo's a** and probably get some Mana on the side, then he ended up getting wrestled to the ground by Ryo, who was lucky that Treppe was drunk enough for balance to be an issue at the time. . . And embarrassingly dominated. The sharp glass on the floor that he was pinned on top of had stabbed into his skin as his body attempted to squirm out of Ryo's entrapment, and he cringed in pain with a groan escaping his lips. The groan changed once Ryo's teeth bit into his skin, a loud moan of both pleasure and pain forcing it's way out. The glass placed a good amount of discomfort on his body, and paired together with Ryo's biting. . . He was at risk of ending up a masochist, thanks to how much it turned him on.

But he was tired of being Ryo's property. His b***h, to be more exact in term. Ryo himself called Treppe a b***h. He cried like a b***h. Took all of the abuse like a b***h. . . Let Ryo be on top, just to keep him from sleeping around -- once again, like a b***h. The problem was he wasn't going to be Ryo's pushover anymore. Not if he could help it, anyway. So, Treppe, being in such a compromising position. . . Did the only thing he could resort to. He drove his right knee toward Ryo's crotch with as much strength as he could muster up. And hopefully it would weaken Ryo enough to leave an opening where he could escape his hold. If not, then perhaps Mana or someone could help him free.

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"Why get the milk for free when you can pay me for it?"
Jealous One Still Envious

[Skittzipoo]

.: Ken Tsaru :.

- don't worry about a thing -
- cuz every little thing is gonna be alright -

let's get this party started right.

can i help you?

Though Ken was enjoying his time with Taro he could hear a faint noise coming from out in the bakery. Ken turned to hear it better. He still couldn't quite make it out. He left his coat on a section of unused counter in the kitchen before opening the door. When he did open the door he practically winced. He could now make out that the sound he heard was very out of tune singing. In fact, it didn't sound much like singing. It sounded more like the final howl of a dieing wolf. But, Ken wasn't one to judge, right away at least. Ken turned and saluted Taro before leaving the kitchen. "I should probably go take care of that," Ken said before hastily turning out of the kitchen.

Ken stopped a moment in the hallway. He straightened out his tie and fixed his hair into place. It was still a little mussed from when Taro had ran his hand through it. When he was sure he looked relatively presentable he continued into the hallway. It wasn't hard to locate the source of the wailing. Ken saw a man sitting at a table by himself. He was lounged back and his head was facing skyward as if he had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly. Ken walked over to the man, with his hands behind his back. It was Ken's first day on the job. He hadn't been given any instruction yet, but he assumed a professional appearance at all times. Ken was tempted to blow a bubble or something of the sort since he hadn't disposed of his gum yet. He made a mental note not to, realizing that probably wouldn't look very professional at all.

"Can I help you?" he asked simply. As Ken looked down at the table he could see a plate speckled with a few crumbs and a discarded lollipop. Ken was wondering if the man simply wanted them taken away. But judging by the lyrics of his groaning it sounded like he just wanted someone to talk to.

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.: serving up smiles :.

- don't worry - be happy -

[Roro-tan]

{{MO'S HERE !}}

His plan had worked. He had lured somebody into his trap. Well, not a trap, but a calling of sorts. The man walked his way over to Mo formally with his hands behind his back. When he had stopped just short of Mo's chair, Mo thrust his head up to meet the young man. He stared at him for a moment before answering his question.

"Hellooo~! Will you sit here and talk to me?" Mo said, "Hideki left me to go to the little boys room." Mo smiled sweetly at the red haired man. Mo was beginning to sound desperate. He wasn't one of those people who liked to be left alone at a restaurant, that was for sure. He liked to get to know the waiters and make small talk. He had really hit it off with Hideki, anyway.




((ooc; Tiny and crap post is tiny and crap.))

❝I'm as straight as a rainbow!❞